"Fear" (provisional title) by Mike@PilotsChamber
------
Please note - this is rated PG13 just in case.
I own none of the Farscape characters (though I wish I did) and this story is entirely fictitious and all the standard stuff.
I'm writing this hopefully to be episode-length, taking off from the ending of the fourth season.
By the way, this is my first fan-fic. Hope you enjoy it.
-----------------------------------------------------
Chapter 2 - Good old Luxan Hyper-rage
------
The terrace. It was odd that it wasn't used more often, D'Argo thought. It was simply a small area atop Moya that could be protected by an invisible bubble, allowing a person to come out and stare at the stars, even in the vacuum of space.
Right now the bubble had disappeared. Moya was still healing her wounds in Qujaga sea, Pilot barely conscious.
And the crew needed to heal their own wounds.
It had been a day since John and Aeryn had been cruelly snatched away from them. Two lives in their prime, and one not even begun. None of them had been able to sleep at all during the night.
D'Argo remembered that Rygel had taken it upon himself to console the semi-conscious Pilot and Moya. Pilot could do little but listen, Rygel had informed him, and had seen tears roll from his eyes.
Pilot was still healing, recollecting fluids and nutrients, yet was still able to spare tears for his comrades...
Noranti had collected as many of the pebbles left from the attack as possible, and had feverishly analyzed them all night, yet come up with nothing. Between experiments, she babbled about how the pebbles contained bits of John and Aeryn's DNA, but it was largely other materials.
Stark had shut himself off from the others. John had been the one to free him from Scorpius, and a debt was owed there, but D'Argo didn't imagine that Stark would be the sort to be bothered about debts. He had noticed though, around the time of Zhaan's death, Stark had hovered around Aeryn a little, but nothing more. He could never believe that Aeryn would tolerate the Bannik much.
As for D'Argo and Chiana, they had sat against a wall in the command all night, D'Argo holding Chiana close. Chiana was still blind, but that was the least of their worries right now. To her, John had been a father figure. Not a very good father figure, but a father figure nonetheless. And Aeryn had been a close friend, closer than Jool and Sikozu would have been, though that wouldn't have been difficult.
And to D'Argo, they were fellow warriors-in-arms.
And now they were going to bury them.
Rygel had suggested scattering the pebbles to the ocean winds, but Noranti had strongly disapproved. She wanted to keep them, adament that they held the answer to what happened.
So they had collected some of their belongings from their chambers to symbolise the two fallen comrades. For John, they collected his television set from Earth, one of his tape recorders (he brought a fair few back) and a pair of Levi Jeans. And for Aeryn, one of her pulse pistols, a red dress, and one of the books she had bought to help her learn English.
For their unborn baby there were no items to collect though, so D'Argo had donated his Tokar knife in place, a memory of his childhood.
And so they stood on the Terrace, the cool ocean breeze against their faces, D'Argo, Chiana, Rygel, Noranti and Stark. In front of them lay the possessions to be cast off.
With Zhaan having passed on as well, Stark had taken it upon himself to conduct a brief ceremony. He came forwards and knelt infront of the possessions.
"Our fallen friends," he began, "we are here today to honour your memories, and help you cast off your shackles to this world. May our words lighten your hearts and your burdens."
Stark stood and backed off, allowing Noranti to come forward and speak her peace. "In the short time I have known these two strange people, they have been a constant comfort and allies. I shall never forget the jovial and tireless who-man John Crichton, nor the intelligent and caring Aeryn Sun. Whichever religion and afterlife you believe in, let you always be together."
Noranti stepped back, and Rygel floated forwards on his thronesled. "My dear friends, we met under such difficult circumstances." he confessed. "Back in those early times Aeryn, there was not a microt I did not wish for your death. And indeed we did bury you, but you returned." He sighed. "I pray you return to us, but trying to escape death is often a fruitless gesture. Crichton, I have learned so much since I met you. I have learned that, though I still carry the title of a Dominar, it is people like you who I truly welcome at my side, not as an aide but as a friend. Both your lives were quests for survival, and for each other. At least in death, you have found peace."
Rygel reached into his pocket and brought out two new comm badges and placed them in with the possessions, to symbolise their links to Moya and Pilot. Pilot spoke his peace through them, trying his best to maintain consciousness. "Moya and I have always enjoyed serving our passengers." he began. "Such is our nature, yet we have enjoyed our time with Crichton and Aeryn the most. The two of them brought us life and hope in every situation we encountered. Farewell, our friends."
Rygel backed off, and Chiana came forward a few steps, still blind. "This - this is really frelled." she said through tears. "You guys were the draddest! Aeryn, I'm sorry for all the bad things I did. I'm sorry for telling everyone about the baby, and for wrecking your Prowler once, and going through your stuff a few times. You were the best friend I could ever hope for, and I'm still amazed you put up with me and didn't throw me out an - an an an airlock or something. Crichton - I love you Crichton. You always stuck up for me, and tried not to get me killed and stuff. Your world was amazing, and it was the draddest time I could ever have had. Thanks, guys."
She backed off to D'Argo's side, and he came forward. "Where do I begin?" he said. "We've been through a lot, my friends. We became warriors-in-arms, and I always knew I could trust you both completely. You were always there for us all, and our little band of lost souls will be all the quieter without you. We owe our lives to you both several times over, but you were not only our protectors, but our companions and friends. Fate threw us together against our will, but now I cannot imagine greater comrades. Anything positive we do with the rest of our lives will be because of you. Take care, our friends."
D'Argo remained where he was, and Stark came forwards. "It is with these words, and my own thoughts, that we lighten your souls to ease your passage into the next realm." he said. "With great sadness we shall miss you. May you find rest."
And with this, D'Argo started to pick the possessions up and cast them off into the ocean, beginning with John's massive television set.
------
The small wake was a sombre affair. They all met in Pilot's den to talk and mourn. Pilot had nearly re-established his link to Moya enough to function, though they both knew it would take a cycle at least for the bonding to fully re-establish itself.
Chiana was still blind, and relied on D'Argo enormously for comfort. The two of them were just about always together now, not trying to hide the fact that they were back together.
Noranti was taking a break from her experiments, comforting Pilot and Moya. Stark had vainly been trying to detect the presence of John and Aeryn's souls, but to no avail. His skills in that department, though incredible to other beings and other species, were only capable of detecting larger fluctuations in the amounts of death. The death of two, even with an unborn child, was still only a tiny drop in an ocean.
Rygel had been permanently nibbling on the small dishes they had created for the wake. He didn't feel like saying anything, and was quite reserved.
D'Argo meanwhile, was alone with his thoughts.
He was quite disturbed with how his thoughts had gone recently. He was the captain of Moya, after all. He had his responsibilities, not just to Moya, but to all those that travel in her.
A nagging part of his mind kept trying to tell him he'd let them all down, pin the blame on himself.
Yet, John and Aeryn had done nothing. Their lives were a constant struggle, and just when they had found peace, they got shot in the back.
And their unborn child had never been given the chance. Some cruel, vicious, unjust monster had slaughtered them all, with no remorse, had just snatched all that they had worked so hard for away, probably smiling as it did it.
Innocently, he asked "How long have we got before Moya is well enough to leave?"
Noranti replied. "I would not risk moving Moya for at least another day yet."
"Good." D'Argo replied, raising himself to his feet. Chiana was knocked a bit by his sudden-ness. "Because I have to find someone."
"Who?" Chiana asked.
"John and Aeryn's killer."
------
Chiana vainly tried to follow D'Argo round Moya's passages - she knew them quite well, but kept bumping into walls. Still, she couldn't keep up with the maddenned Luxan.
"D'Argo, don't be fahrbot." she said, bumping into a wall. She could hear that D'Argo was easily a few paces ahead of her. "You'll get yourself killed. This won't bring them back!"
"I have to at least find out why." he growled back.
"You saw what they did, D'Argo. They got turned into pebbles. Dusted. No chance. And... and I can't let that happen to you."
"It won't!" he practically shouted back. "Whatever did this, I'll kick it's mivonks so much it spits them out through it's mouth!"
"D'Argo, I don't know that." Chiana replied. "Please, I don't want to lose you. Not again."
D'Argo stopped. "Chiana, I must do this." he said, his voice having lost it's rage.
"Then take me with you."
D'Argo turned, walking towards Chiana, and embraced her into a kiss.
Then Chiana fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Sorry..." D'Argo said, walking away. "But I can't risk losing you either."
And as he walked off to Lo'la, D'Argo wondered whether that was what the humans meant by "tonguing".
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Everything is going according to plan... excellent...
------
Please note - this is rated PG13 just in case.
I own none of the Farscape characters (though I wish I did) and this story is entirely fictitious and all the standard stuff.
I'm writing this hopefully to be episode-length, taking off from the ending of the fourth season.
By the way, this is my first fan-fic. Hope you enjoy it.
-----------------------------------------------------
Chapter 2 - Good old Luxan Hyper-rage
------
The terrace. It was odd that it wasn't used more often, D'Argo thought. It was simply a small area atop Moya that could be protected by an invisible bubble, allowing a person to come out and stare at the stars, even in the vacuum of space.
Right now the bubble had disappeared. Moya was still healing her wounds in Qujaga sea, Pilot barely conscious.
And the crew needed to heal their own wounds.
It had been a day since John and Aeryn had been cruelly snatched away from them. Two lives in their prime, and one not even begun. None of them had been able to sleep at all during the night.
D'Argo remembered that Rygel had taken it upon himself to console the semi-conscious Pilot and Moya. Pilot could do little but listen, Rygel had informed him, and had seen tears roll from his eyes.
Pilot was still healing, recollecting fluids and nutrients, yet was still able to spare tears for his comrades...
Noranti had collected as many of the pebbles left from the attack as possible, and had feverishly analyzed them all night, yet come up with nothing. Between experiments, she babbled about how the pebbles contained bits of John and Aeryn's DNA, but it was largely other materials.
Stark had shut himself off from the others. John had been the one to free him from Scorpius, and a debt was owed there, but D'Argo didn't imagine that Stark would be the sort to be bothered about debts. He had noticed though, around the time of Zhaan's death, Stark had hovered around Aeryn a little, but nothing more. He could never believe that Aeryn would tolerate the Bannik much.
As for D'Argo and Chiana, they had sat against a wall in the command all night, D'Argo holding Chiana close. Chiana was still blind, but that was the least of their worries right now. To her, John had been a father figure. Not a very good father figure, but a father figure nonetheless. And Aeryn had been a close friend, closer than Jool and Sikozu would have been, though that wouldn't have been difficult.
And to D'Argo, they were fellow warriors-in-arms.
And now they were going to bury them.
Rygel had suggested scattering the pebbles to the ocean winds, but Noranti had strongly disapproved. She wanted to keep them, adament that they held the answer to what happened.
So they had collected some of their belongings from their chambers to symbolise the two fallen comrades. For John, they collected his television set from Earth, one of his tape recorders (he brought a fair few back) and a pair of Levi Jeans. And for Aeryn, one of her pulse pistols, a red dress, and one of the books she had bought to help her learn English.
For their unborn baby there were no items to collect though, so D'Argo had donated his Tokar knife in place, a memory of his childhood.
And so they stood on the Terrace, the cool ocean breeze against their faces, D'Argo, Chiana, Rygel, Noranti and Stark. In front of them lay the possessions to be cast off.
With Zhaan having passed on as well, Stark had taken it upon himself to conduct a brief ceremony. He came forwards and knelt infront of the possessions.
"Our fallen friends," he began, "we are here today to honour your memories, and help you cast off your shackles to this world. May our words lighten your hearts and your burdens."
Stark stood and backed off, allowing Noranti to come forward and speak her peace. "In the short time I have known these two strange people, they have been a constant comfort and allies. I shall never forget the jovial and tireless who-man John Crichton, nor the intelligent and caring Aeryn Sun. Whichever religion and afterlife you believe in, let you always be together."
Noranti stepped back, and Rygel floated forwards on his thronesled. "My dear friends, we met under such difficult circumstances." he confessed. "Back in those early times Aeryn, there was not a microt I did not wish for your death. And indeed we did bury you, but you returned." He sighed. "I pray you return to us, but trying to escape death is often a fruitless gesture. Crichton, I have learned so much since I met you. I have learned that, though I still carry the title of a Dominar, it is people like you who I truly welcome at my side, not as an aide but as a friend. Both your lives were quests for survival, and for each other. At least in death, you have found peace."
Rygel reached into his pocket and brought out two new comm badges and placed them in with the possessions, to symbolise their links to Moya and Pilot. Pilot spoke his peace through them, trying his best to maintain consciousness. "Moya and I have always enjoyed serving our passengers." he began. "Such is our nature, yet we have enjoyed our time with Crichton and Aeryn the most. The two of them brought us life and hope in every situation we encountered. Farewell, our friends."
Rygel backed off, and Chiana came forward a few steps, still blind. "This - this is really frelled." she said through tears. "You guys were the draddest! Aeryn, I'm sorry for all the bad things I did. I'm sorry for telling everyone about the baby, and for wrecking your Prowler once, and going through your stuff a few times. You were the best friend I could ever hope for, and I'm still amazed you put up with me and didn't throw me out an - an an an airlock or something. Crichton - I love you Crichton. You always stuck up for me, and tried not to get me killed and stuff. Your world was amazing, and it was the draddest time I could ever have had. Thanks, guys."
She backed off to D'Argo's side, and he came forward. "Where do I begin?" he said. "We've been through a lot, my friends. We became warriors-in-arms, and I always knew I could trust you both completely. You were always there for us all, and our little band of lost souls will be all the quieter without you. We owe our lives to you both several times over, but you were not only our protectors, but our companions and friends. Fate threw us together against our will, but now I cannot imagine greater comrades. Anything positive we do with the rest of our lives will be because of you. Take care, our friends."
D'Argo remained where he was, and Stark came forwards. "It is with these words, and my own thoughts, that we lighten your souls to ease your passage into the next realm." he said. "With great sadness we shall miss you. May you find rest."
And with this, D'Argo started to pick the possessions up and cast them off into the ocean, beginning with John's massive television set.
------
The small wake was a sombre affair. They all met in Pilot's den to talk and mourn. Pilot had nearly re-established his link to Moya enough to function, though they both knew it would take a cycle at least for the bonding to fully re-establish itself.
Chiana was still blind, and relied on D'Argo enormously for comfort. The two of them were just about always together now, not trying to hide the fact that they were back together.
Noranti was taking a break from her experiments, comforting Pilot and Moya. Stark had vainly been trying to detect the presence of John and Aeryn's souls, but to no avail. His skills in that department, though incredible to other beings and other species, were only capable of detecting larger fluctuations in the amounts of death. The death of two, even with an unborn child, was still only a tiny drop in an ocean.
Rygel had been permanently nibbling on the small dishes they had created for the wake. He didn't feel like saying anything, and was quite reserved.
D'Argo meanwhile, was alone with his thoughts.
He was quite disturbed with how his thoughts had gone recently. He was the captain of Moya, after all. He had his responsibilities, not just to Moya, but to all those that travel in her.
A nagging part of his mind kept trying to tell him he'd let them all down, pin the blame on himself.
Yet, John and Aeryn had done nothing. Their lives were a constant struggle, and just when they had found peace, they got shot in the back.
And their unborn child had never been given the chance. Some cruel, vicious, unjust monster had slaughtered them all, with no remorse, had just snatched all that they had worked so hard for away, probably smiling as it did it.
Innocently, he asked "How long have we got before Moya is well enough to leave?"
Noranti replied. "I would not risk moving Moya for at least another day yet."
"Good." D'Argo replied, raising himself to his feet. Chiana was knocked a bit by his sudden-ness. "Because I have to find someone."
"Who?" Chiana asked.
"John and Aeryn's killer."
------
Chiana vainly tried to follow D'Argo round Moya's passages - she knew them quite well, but kept bumping into walls. Still, she couldn't keep up with the maddenned Luxan.
"D'Argo, don't be fahrbot." she said, bumping into a wall. She could hear that D'Argo was easily a few paces ahead of her. "You'll get yourself killed. This won't bring them back!"
"I have to at least find out why." he growled back.
"You saw what they did, D'Argo. They got turned into pebbles. Dusted. No chance. And... and I can't let that happen to you."
"It won't!" he practically shouted back. "Whatever did this, I'll kick it's mivonks so much it spits them out through it's mouth!"
"D'Argo, I don't know that." Chiana replied. "Please, I don't want to lose you. Not again."
D'Argo stopped. "Chiana, I must do this." he said, his voice having lost it's rage.
"Then take me with you."
D'Argo turned, walking towards Chiana, and embraced her into a kiss.
Then Chiana fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Sorry..." D'Argo said, walking away. "But I can't risk losing you either."
And as he walked off to Lo'la, D'Argo wondered whether that was what the humans meant by "tonguing".
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Everything is going according to plan... excellent...
